Contract Incubator

Content Warning: alien sex, intoxicating body fluids, lactation, inebriated sex, oviposition, egg preg, egg laying, breeding kink

Author's Note: I originally wrote and 3D illustrated this as a reward for supporters of my subscribestar! You can find me at subscribestar dot adult under the same username as here if you'd like to see the illustrated version!

"You're seriously going down to the Stardust?"

Lance looked behind him in the mirror where he'd been giving himself a final once over to find his friend, Misha, standing in the door to his cramped quarters.

"Uh, yeah? Who knows when I'll be in the delta quadrant again? I'm not about to miss what might be my only chance to check it out," he scoffed dismissively. His bravado was at least fifty percent bluff, though-- he was more than a little nervous at the prospect of going out tonight. Misha, a new friend he'd made recently and the only other human on the station, probably wasn't wrong to be worried about him.

She rolled her eyes irritably. "I cannot believe you're so desperate for alien dick you're gonna hit the most notorious bar between here and Earth just to get some strange. Can't you just plug in some holo-porn like the rest of us?"

"I'll be fine," Lance insisted boldly, a little flush at her insinuation. "And I'm not desperate-- I just know there's some... strange you can't get anywhere else out here."

"Seriously, Lance, I've heard... I've heard people go missing there sometimes."

"Yeah, it's a backwater dive, of course people do. People go missing on Earth like that too," Lance remarked as he finished up, took his friend by the shoulders, and guided her out of his way so he could leave. "I'll be careful, I promise."

"I won't miss our departure time for your stupid horny ass, Lance! The company won't wait either!"

Lance waved, unconcerned, and kept walking. He and Misha were on layover waiting for their ship to resupply on their way to an asteroid belt where the company they'd been hired by was establishing a new mining operation.

There were forty-eight hours until their departure, though. Plenty of time to have some fun.

He'd always had a thing for aliens-- despite only having had a chance to sleep with a couple since leaving Earth, but in his defense, plenty of aliens had a thing for humans too. Soft but strong, flexible but durable... human bodies had plenty on offer to satiate lustful alien appetites and Lance was desperate to oblige.

The Stardust was tucked away into an inconspicuous corner on one of the lower levels and it wasn't much to look at. All these little station bars tended to be laid out near-identically with the same pre-fab furniture but Lance wasn't there for the decor-- he was there for the patrons. They were crowded in, mostly drinking, a few eating, and not a single one of them human.

A thrill of anticipation backed by an electric undercurrent of fear raced up Lance's back as he walked in like he was a regular and claimed a spot at the bar.

The bartender was a rickety old service-bot with a moderately steady pouring hand that soon furnished Lance with the drink of his choice. The human barely tasted the liquor but it burned nicely in his belly when it hit while he lounged against the bar in tight-fitting clothes that showed off his lean, muscular physique. The weight of many alien eyes on him, sizing him up, undressing him in their minds was enough to make his heart race and his cock begin to stiffen.

Years of jerking it to alien porn had left the man dangerously desperate to have a taste of the real thing again. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd ever do back home but at this point if just about any alien in the room had suggested a quick fuck in the bathroom Lance would accept without a second thought then come back out to the bar and wait for the next taker.

"Fuck," he muttered quietly under his breath, pierced nipples rock hard under his thin shirt and standing out proudly for all to see as he finished his drink in one quick gulp then ordered another. The strange liquor hit hard and fast so Lance's blood was practically humming beneath fevered skin aching to be touched.

After what felt like an eternity, but had probably been five minutes, one of the other bar patrons finally approached Lance where he leaned against the bar. Eager, the human angled his body to make it obvious he was amenable and it took all his self-control not to moan like a whore when the stranger stepped in close and slid his three-fingered hand over the strip of exposed skin between the border's of Lance's low-cut pants and cropped shirt.

"Don't get many of your kind around here, human," the alien murmured. "Come looking for something?"

"You could say that," Lance said and shot him coy look. "Think you might have what I want?"

The alien was just a little taller than him, all scales with a flat face and a heavy brow-ridge that split off into a set of strange horns. Lance wondered if they were strong enough for him to grab onto for leverage while he rode the alien's dick.

"Fuuuuck, a real human? Out here?" Another alien said as he sidled up on Lance's other side, immediately furnishing the human with visions of getting fucked from both ends. He wondered how big they were-- maybe his ass could take both at once and he could finally live out his dream of being the meat in an alien sandwich.

"In the flesh," Lance said and eyed the new arrival.

He was the same species as the first and they seemed to know one another-- so much so they were glaring at each other around Lance. Things immediately escalated into a shouting match at which point a fight broke out so the human quickly jumped out of the way and found himself tumbling backwards into a booth.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, eyes going round as soon as he got a good look at the booth's occupant.

This alien was quite a bit larger than him, well-built with magenta skin and long, trailing tentacle-like appendages in place of hair. Even more eye-catching than those, though, were his enormous, perfect breasts.

"Nysterians-- can't have more than two of them in a room before a fight breaks out. It's no wonder they use surrogates to breed," the alien mused and took a sip from his drink.

"I've never met one before," Lance confessed, mouth sudden dry as he drank the new alien before him in. "I've never met... one of you before either."

The alien laughed and it made his fantastic tits bounce hypnotically in time to the pleasing sound as it filled the booth. "I'm abraxian, you can call me Han-- it's the best you humans can do with one tongue."

Sure enough, when Lance looked closer he could see the abraxian did, indeed have two tongues-- a fact that brought Lance's temporarily dampened arousal blazing back to life.

"I'm human-- I mean, my name is Lance, but I am human," Lance stumbled stupidly over his words as he wondered if abraxian nipples were anything like humans.

He was too fixated on Han's tits to notice just how intently the abraxian was sizing him up, though chances were he wouldn't have done anything different if he had.

Han poured Lance a drink from his bottle and the human drank the whole thing in one go like a shot. "Thirsty?"

"You have no idea."

Han laughed again, and again Lance watched, entranced until the abraxian asked, "Want to try something... sweeter?"

Lance blinked and finally managed to look up and meet Han's eyes. "Like what?" Rather than answer, Han reached down and gently lifted one of his magnificent breasts free of his top, leaving it bare for him to admire and revealing that abraxian nipples were not so very different from a human's. The areola was quite expansive and the nipple itself was nearly as thick as Lance's thumb, a clear, viscous liquid beading at its tip.

Head spinning and alcohol burning through him, Lance had never wanted to suck something more in his life.

He accepted Han's unspoken invitation without a second thought-- leaning in and latching onto the pert bud of succulent alien flesh like a starving calf to a teat. He sucked, hard, moaning wantonly when a generous gush of sweet ambrosia hit his tongue and filled his mouth. He gulped it down, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back in his head as the heat welling within him intensified, drowning his usual caution under a tide pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste incredible," he panted when he came up for air a moment later, already half in Han's lap as he instinctively sought a better angle to suckle from. "Gonna suck you dry," he moaned and went back for more, nuzzling into the soft flesh of Han's breast as he went back to his feast while he slid his hand into the alien's top and fondled the other.

Han groaned in turn, head dropping back against the booth while he caressed the back of Lance's head with one hand, encouraging him to suck harder. "Good boy, take all you want... fill your belly with me."

The abraxian's milk was a sweet, molten heat pouring down Lance's throat to fill him from end to end with an indescribable ecstasy he simply couldn't get enough of. The fact that he was openly suckling at an alien's tit in the middle of a bar with a dozen or more other people watching on didn't even occur to the human. There was undoubtedly addictive in the substance that lit the pleasure pathways of the human's brain up like the fourth of July and after a single mouthful Lance couldn't stop drinking any more than he could stop breathing.

Around him, completely unnoticed to the human, the various other aliens that had taken an interest in him from the moment he entered all sighed and relinquished any hope of having their way with him.

There was no way they'd ever be able to pull him away from an abraxian, after all.

~~~

A haze of euphoria overtook Lance and he lost track of time after that. They left the bar at some point but Lance couldn't begin to guess how far they went before they arrived at Han's quarters. All he had were fleeting memories of the alien half carrying him down corridors, pushing him into dark alcoves occasionally along the way so Lance could quench his thirst, any concerns about his being ferried away to a secondary location by a stranger immediately snuffed by the heady intoxicant before they moved along again.

"Han," Lance moaned wantonly, addicted to his body now. "More, I need more!"

"Shh, I know. I'll give you all you want," Han murmured and hustled him into his quarters. Lance couldn't have described a single thing about the space except that the bed was soft and the room was dark when the alien pushed him into his bedroom.

The next thing Lance knew they were naked on the bed, bodies twined as the human rutted uselessly against Han's thigh and sucked ferociously at his tits.

"That's it," Han panted as he stroked the human in his arms with strong hands. "Just a little more. Take it all down, you're almost done. Be a good boy and drink it all down..."

"Han! Ah... daddy, oh, daddy," Lance panted helplessly in the large male's arms, desperate in a way he couldn't quite put a name to. It wasn't anything he'd ever experienced before but it seemed to radiate outwards from where the alien's milk sloshed heavily in his belly.

"Daddy," Han repeated, sounding breathless but pleased. "That's right, I'm going to be a daddy, thanks to you. I'm so lucky to have found you, Lance. We all are."

~~~

It'd been a long time since Han had last laid eyes on a human and he was ecstatic one hadn't just walked into the bar that night, but literally fallen into his lap. Stranded out here on the edge of nowhere the abraxian had been about to give up hope he'd find a host for his eggs but now... now he could finally lay them in the plush, warm environs of a human body where they could finally finish gestating.

Abraxians had a long history of using other species to finish gestating their eggs as, ironically, the bodies of their own species had stopped being particularly hospitable for the second phase of the egg gestation process thousands of years ago. Not just any species would do, but strangely enough, humans, despite having evolved in a galaxy far away from Abraxis' own, were uncannily suited to serve as surrogates.

Unfortunately, actually getting your hands on one could be quite difficult and generally involved a great deal of money exchanging hands.

When you got one, though, even recalcitrant humans turned docile and biddable when plied with abraxian milk. Well, they called it milk, but unlike Earth mammals, the aliens produced the stuff for their mates to consume, not their offspring. Because abraxian eggs gestated in the stomach, interrupting the normal cycle of eating and digestion for their most species, abraxians could supply all the nutrients their mate needed to keep them healthy and thriving. The nutrient-dense fluid also sustained the eggs themselves in the stomach to further their development. While not generally the case for most species, the chemical make-up of abraxian milk was, apparently, like a blend of cat-nip and ecstasy to the human brain and they couldn't get enough of the stuff-- which was good considering it doubled as a relaxant for their body to accept not just an abraxian's eggs, but an abraxian's massive cock.

Blitzed out of his mind on abraxian milk and the liquor he'd downed at the bar, Lance was borderline insensate once he'd finally taken his fill. He was still conscious but his higher brain functions had all been significantly dampened by the alien intoxicants flooding his body and disrupting his brain chemistry so Han was able to move him however he pleased without any sort of resistance when he was ready.

"Look at you, so ready for me," Han groaned softly as he kneeled between Lance's thighs and admired his naked form. The human's peculiar little cock was rock hard and weeping with arousal while he mumbled to himself, insensate, as Han spread Lance's legs to get a good look at his hole.

The human barely reacted when Han pierced the warm, loose ring of muscle with one finger, and then another, checking that his milk had taken effect. The easy way it spread under his touch made Han' own pulse quicken with anticipation and his ovipositor begin to slide free of its sheath.

It was big, easily as thick as the human's wrist and longer than his forearm-- perfect for penetrating deep, deep into his guts to plant the eggs he'd been waiting so very long to lay. It was a long, thorough process that, if done right, would let him deposit his already fertilized eggs directly into the human's stomach. It wouldn't be enough to simply force the man to swallow them either-- the eggs were delicate things that needed to soak in a bath of their father's milk. Contact with the acidic lining of a human's intestines would render them infertile.

Ready to begin, Han positioned himself over Lance and said, "Thank you for this," then leaned in to kiss him. His tongues twined lazily around Lance's one and the alien was pleased when his new human broodmother kissed him back on instinct. "You're ready for this, aren't you? You want this," Han panted when he came up for air and slowly slid his massive, pulsing ovipositor into the soft, slippery heat of the human's body.

The soft, grasping warmth of Lance's hole made Han come powerfully the moment he slid in to the hilt, whole body shuddering under the strength of it. Abraxian ovipositors did double-duty as their cocks and their seed would pave the way for their coming eggs, further relaxing the human's organs so they could be pierced and navigated in ways not normally possible without causing some damage.

Han began to thrust as a slow and steady pace, once again marvelling at how improbably perfect humans were to serve as broodmothers for clutches of abraxian eggs. They needed to be prepared, obviously, but then so did every other race that could serve as such, even the abraxians themselves. Humans, though, humans could carry more eggs successfully to term than any other.

"Goddess thank you for this gift," Han whispered to himself as he fucked the insensate, docile human down into his mattress, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. "May he forgive me when I am done."

Working his long, thick ovipositor up through Han's intestines took a great deal of time and patience, especially since it was the human's first time-- his body needed to be broken in. The abraxian had to slow his pace many times to feed Lance so he would remain relaxed an pliable under him, but Han didn't mind in the least. He was in no hurry and Lance was a particularly fine example of his species-- perfectly suited to Han' tastes, so he was more than happy to take the occasional break and encourage the human to suckle again while he ground rhythmically up into his supple body.

~~~

Raw pleasure suffused Lance from end to end as Han made unending love to him in the soft darkness of his bedroom. Time lost all meaning and Lance forgot everything that wasn't the ecstasy of his alien lover's touch, the taste of his milk, or the persistent plunging of his cock deeper and deeper into parts of his body the human would have thought could never be penetrated.

"Yes, more," he pleaded weakly as he faded in and out on a tide of lust. He didn't know when, but Han had put him on his belly at some point and now his hips pounded ruthlessly against his ass, driving Lance into a whimpering, mind-shattering orgasm-- though he'd long since lost track of how many he'd experienced now. "More, daddy!"

"We're almost there," Han panted against the back of his neck. "Just a little more!"

He pulled out, then, and Lance cried out at the foreign sense of emptiness left behind in his bowels. He'd had Han' cock in him so long now that it's absence felt far stranger than its presence as the human felt ready to weep at the neglect.

He didn't have to wait long, however, as the alien rolled him over onto his back once more and immediately thrust into him in one fell swoop, narrow tip of his massive dick navigating Lance's newly rearranged intestines with a previously impossible ease to breach his milk-flooded stomach at long last.

"There! That's it!" Han crowed, eyes burning with a feverish joy as he pounded into Han' flagging body with renewed vigor. "Take them! Take my eggs! Be mother to my brood!"

Disoriented, mind addled by hours of incessant love-making, Lance could barely comprehend his lover's words, let alone protest. All he knew was that something had changed-- Han's cock pulsed, expanding and contracting as several fist-sized somethings were forced out of the alien's body, through his ovipositor and Lance's body, into the human's stomach where they settled inside of him like lead weights.

Lance squirmed and wailed through it all, torn between pleasure and fear at this strange new sensation but the alien on top of him held the man firmly in place, moaning at equal volume as he, at last, unloaded his burden into his new broodmother.

"What-- oh god! What--" Lance began, completely disoriented but interrupted by another orgasm, though he was so tapped out that no semen came.

"Shh, shh, you're alright," Han insisted, still lodged deep in the human's body. "Drink, you'll be fine, just drink," he murmured and brought his breast to Lance's mouth.

Despite being overwhelmed by the turn things had taken, Lance's body now craved the sustenance only Han could provide and he latched onto his succulent nipple without further protest until he was lulled into a stupor once more.

~~~

In the end, Han forced six eggs into Lance's belly, which swelled visibly under the intrusion-- but the alien knew he could take more.

When he pulled out, Han went straight to his holophone and made a call.

"Hey, yeah, you'll never guess what I found. A human broodmother. Yeah, just finished breaking him in and planted mine. I've got some extra space if-- yeah, of course. See you soon."

~~~

"Oh, I think he's coming around."

"Just hold him still, I'm almost done."

Strong arms wrapped around Lance from below while something thick, hot, and throbbing plunged in and out of his ass, dragging a low, rough moan from the man as he came to already drowning in an onslaught of ecstasy.

"--good... oh god it feels so good," he mumbled, legs spreading wider on reflex, eyes struggling to focus on the green, alien face hovering over him.

"How many eggs can I put in him?" the face asked.

"Two," Han answered from beneath Lance and the human realized he was splayed out atop the abraxian while another he didn't recognize fucked him.

The answer seemed to displease the second alien as he scowled and said, "You put at least six in! Let me have three."

"I found him-- I didn't have to invite you at all, Kal; this is a favor. He's about to burst as is."

A strange, bloated fullness weighed Lance down, a fullness unlike what came with having a cock as long as his forearm forced repeatedly into his body. Confused, the man weakly raised his head and was shocked by the transformation his body had undergone while he was unconscious-- he looked at least nine months pregnant, skin of his abdomen stretched so tight you could just make out the curve of individual eggs the aliens had forced into his belly.

"What have you done to me? Fuck! W-what--" Lance wasn't even able to finish his sentence before he came again and he moaned, low and guttural, as his over-stretched abdominal muscles flexed and strained around the foreign mass occupying his stomach.

"Damn I love humans," the abraxian currently fucking him, Kal, grunted. "Just look at him, coming from being made into a broodmother-- you don't get that with Arcturians. They just complain the whole way through..."

"I know what you mean," Han mused from beneath Lance and let his hands drift over the incredible swell of his broodmother's egg-packed belly. "He's been at it for days non-stop now. I'm surprised his hole still closes."

"Days?" Lance repeated, horror cutting through his arousal like a blade. "How long has it... wait! Fuck! I have to get to my ship or they'll leave without me!"

Han held Lance tight to his chest when the human thrashed in a feeble attempt to get up-- an effort impeded by his being sandwiched between two aliens much larger than himself and his severely bloated stomach. "Relax," he hushed his broodmother and coaxed him back into position so Kal could finish. "You're already twenty-four hours late, no point getting up now. You think you can make a flight like this?" he pointed out as he massaged the human's abdomen, enjoying how lumpy the surface had become as he strained to accommodate the many, many eggs Han and the others had put in him.

Finding such an accommodating broodmother was a hard thing to come by in this sector for abraxians so after he'd made full use of Lance and realized the man could likely hold quite a few more, Han had called just about every abraxian in the area to see if they had eggs they wanted to incubate. As it turned out, well over a dozen of them had and a fierce bidding war to see who would get to go first depositing their eggs had broken out and Han had managed to turn a pretty penny.

He wasn't a cheat, though, he'd make sure Lance got a significant cut since it was his body playing host.

"What do you say to ten thousand credits to lay around and suck my tits as much as you want for six months?"

Lance had been working his way up to fighting both aliens after realizing he'd missed his flight, eggs or no eggs, but he stopped and looked back at Han now. "What, seriously?" he asked skeptically, then looked down at his belly, which bounced in time with Kal's eager thrusts. "You want me to keep these in me for six months? I'll starve, or digest your eggs, or--"

Han chuckled and stroked his broodmother soothingly again. "You've already been eating plenty," he told him and squeezed one of his fat tits suggestively.

It was a little annoying just how easily Lance was swayed by Han's words-- he'd barely even protested and already he was thinking maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. Before he could answer, Kal grunted, hips jerking spasmodically as he pushed a fist-sized egg down his ovipositor, past the loose ring of Lance's asshole with little resistance, then deep into his bowels were it eventually settled with the others.

Lance's already labored breath hitched in his chest and he clutched at Kal as the alien pushed a second egg into him. The sensation of the egg traveling through him was exquisite and triggered flashes of memory from the past few days. Han paving the way, breaking his body in and forcing the first six eggs into his stomach, followed by a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar abraxian faces panting and laboring over his carefully conditioned body to do the same. Egg laying was a time consuming process so each male had become intimately familiar with every inch of the human's body, and each had allowed him to feed from them to insure their eggs had the nutrition they would need.

Finally, Kal pulled out of Lance with a wet sucking sound and the human sagged bonelessly back against Han, trembling and exhausted but sated in a way he'd never been before. "I--I'll do it. I'll carry your eggs, just... don't stop fucking me."

Han smiled and pressed a kiss into Lance's neck, his cock going hard at the blatant invitation from the man carrying his eggs. "It would be my pleasure," he murmured and slid inside of him.

~~~

Six months later found Lance moaning and howling through his labors laying a massive clutch of abraxian eggs, any thought of potentially returning to his previous job consulting for an asteroid mining company long since forgotten.

Well, he was trying to labor, but Han had become so aroused by the sight of Lance squatting on hands and knees over his clutch-bloated belly at the start of it that he'd mounted him like a mare and immediately started fucking him.

"They're coming! Han, they're coming!" Lance groaned helplessly as the abraxian pounded into him like a dog in heat. "You have to get off!"

"I'm just... ah! I'm just loosening you up, baby," Han grunted, only half-lying. If there was anything he hadn't expected when he'd first claimed Lance as a broodmother for his clutch it was just how addicted he'd become to the human's body. He'd anticipated having sex regularly after seeing how much Lance had enjoyed their lovemaking the first time, in his right mind or not-- but he couldn't go a day without fucking the man at least twice, often for an hour (or significantly more) at a time.

Honestly, after all the fucking they'd done over the last six months Lance never needed loosening-- his hole had long since become used to stretching around the shocking girth of an abraxian ovipositor, after all.

Only the thought that he might damage one of the eggs on its way out his broodmother's body was enough to rein Han's base instincts in and he finished quickly then pulled out just in time for the first of many eggs to arrive.

"Push! Push for me, baby!" Han said, rubbing at the human's slick, swollen, pink pucker, enjoying how plush and thick it felt under his fingertips-- a side effect of their constant fucking. "Harder!"

Lance grunted, body covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he felt the egg force his asshole to bulge outward, but not quite breach. He bore down again, then yelled and hooked his hips down, forcing the egg free of his laboring body with a wet plop.

"There, first one out!" Han said and quickly put it aside as another was already fighting it's way free of his broodmother's straining hole. "Gods you look so good like this-- I can't wait to put another clutch in you, baby. You'll let me, won't you?"

The human didn't answer, too lost in the unexpected euphoria of his laying trance. The slow, inexorable slide of the eggs inside of him, traveling from stomach to lower intestine and out of his ass was a pleasure he couldn't put into words. Moaning and panting like an animal he continued to lay while his lover complimented and encouraged him with both word and touch.

Finally, the last egg left him and Lance felt empty and weak-- so much so he dropped to the floor, sprawled face-down on his stomach for the first time in six months, almost completely insensate as his body trembled in the aftershocks.

He didn't stir when a warm body pressed down onto his own, but he did groan a little when he felt the familiar girth of Han's cock slide up into his slippery, egg-stretched hole with no resistance at all.

"Sorry," Han breathed as he started to fuck Lance where he lay helpless on the floor. "Sorry, I just-- I have to. You want more eggs, right? You don't mind another six month contract, do you? The others will be by to pick up their eggs soon anyways-- we'll have to filled up again in no time."

"Six months?" Lance mumbled, mouth hanging open while he panted for breath, back already arching to encourage Han in deeper. His body was so well trained to an abraxian's needs by this point, guts permanently stretched and re-organized, that it was the work of moments before the larger male was fucking all the way up into his stomach in preparation to deposit a fresh clutch. He really couldn't think of anything more appealing than the prospect of getting his brains fucked out by his alien keeper day in and day out, so he said, "Sure, I can do six months."

Maybe he could break his previous egg record. No doubt Han's friends would be happy for the chance to leave a few extra in his care after how well he'd done this time...